Post by Jessie Lee on Mar 13, 2022 12:00:20 GMT -5
"Well, I guess it's finally that time ain't it Action Wrestlin'?"
"The time where all the big names in the Battlwlbowl through their collective weights around in an attempt to completely cover the others in shit while they try to make themselves shine; 'Xcept ya can't polish a fuckin' turd. Yeah, that's right boys an' girls we're already at the stage in the promo where I'm callin' people useless fuckin' shitheads that are only in this career alterin' battle royal simply cause their egos can't handle workin' for a World strap shot an' they're lookin' for an easy out by winnin' the final entry slot for Havoc; an' most of them have been world champions, fuckin' pricks."
"Well, I'd like to this that this is that point in this video package here; I really do; 'cept that I do feel like lyin' with the false bravado that the other seven of the participants of the shindig will undoubtedly come at y'all with. Nah, the recent weeks haven't been the greatest for your Horrorcore Hottie an' she ain't feelin' the pure bullshit vibe that the others are gonna be frontin' with cause they're too damn afraid to anythin' else then that hardass badass that'll claim to win it all an' be world champion for some half-cocked legacy that really doesn't mean shit. So I'mma be real with y'all and admit to somethin' that everyone already full well knows an' aren't afraid to throw it in my face."
"I don't belong here."
"I ain't talkin' 'bout bein' in Action Wrestlin' like some lazy fucks that'll only look at my profile on the official Action Wrestlin' roster page an' will tell me why I ain't shit outside in Revolution One when that's pretty much the entire reason WHY I'm competin' here in Action Wrestlin'; it's almost like these fucks don't have a fuckin' brain cell between 'em or somethin', fuckin' seriously. Finet's basic bitch stupidity aside, I'm talkin' 'bout bein' in the battle royal. There ain't a single person alive that thinks I deserve to be in it an' ya can't tell that the fuck knuckles that are swingin' their proverbial dicks 'round think any less. Like fuckin' seriously, it God damn embressin' knowin' that I'll have to fight a bunch of egotistical fucks of such fuckin' magnitude that they pay some poor fuck to wipe their ass instead of just doin' it themselves, but hey, what do ya expect from a bunch of infantile fuckers that actually think that throwin' in a tampon joke is actually funny or a bloody good insult? Like, fuck man, these are the types of dipshits that got me wonderin' whether or not I have what it takes to hang in the battle royal an' it makes me feel so fuckin' pathetic that it isn't even funny at this point."
"Addy beat me third match in."
"Homes took my fuckin' title."
"Blake is the hardcore champ an' one of the longest reignin' World champions."
"Romeo is a masked prick that beat me while criminally fuckin' lazy."
"Odin Balfore is fuckin' Odin Balfore."
"Gemini has been on a roll, a losin' roll, but a roll all the same."
"Then there is Lissie just out here bein' Lissie."
"Just where in the livin' fuck do I fit into this situation? Where is it that I stand even the slightest chance against people that have either beat my ass black an' blue or those that think they can despite never even tryin'? Hell, am I even fuckin' strong enough to make that walk to the ring for the damn thing?"
This was it.
One of Action Wrestling's big events had finally rolled around and she had somehow managed to find herself taking part in the battle royal in which the entire event was centered. Like, fuck, this was only her third month with the company and she was already taking part in such premiere matches that would land you such coveted spots as the final entrant in the-THE_ Havoc rumble? Jesus Christ, she was feeling the pressure and she couldn't help but wonder just how Serenity dealt with it it all; you know, since she was THE example of someone's legacy and all.
"I am so fucked."
Sitting alone on the edge of the ring, Jessie cradled her head in her hands as the thoughts of doubt crept in. It was show day and everything had already been assembled carefully before being completely set up. The stage looked fucking killer. The ring, after her tentative testing, was as close to perfect as perfect could really be in this industry. So, near as she could tell, the fans that would be filling the seats of the Tacoma Dome would be getting one hell of a show.
At least, from everyone else on the roster.
The harsh reality was that she simply wasn't feeling it. The last several weeks had been a complete and utter flop to the point that she had been starting to wonder if signing with Action Wrestling had been a good idea. Like, she could have stayed in her lane defending the Revolution One Rising Stars like a God damn demon, except she had let her ego get the best of her and now here she was; looking like just another waste of talent that constantly rotated through the company.
It really fucking sucked.
"Having a rough time, kid?"
Raising her head from her hands, Jessie met the hazel eyes of one of the guys that was in charge of setting everything up; Mike was his name if she remembered right. The man, maybe in his mid to late forties, wore a somber smile on his face as he leaned against the apron not far from her; acting more comfortable with her than he probably should be.
"More than ya could fuckin' know."
"Yeah? How so?"
"Well, first of all, I got this big fuckin' match where I don't have a chance in hell of elminatin' anyone let alone winnin' cause, ya know, EVERYONE has basically been a fuckin' world champion in the damn thing."
"Yeah? So what? It isn't like they're the big bad world champion now. So why worry?"
"Cause I don't belong in the ring with people like that."
"Who says? Some punk online that doesn't get what it takes to be in that ring or is it one you're against? Cause if that's the case then you need to remember that you've got more determination and grit in ya than they can handle."
Narrowing her eyes in suspicion, Jessie just looked at the strange member of the ring crew that was giving her a random pep talk with some next-level insight that it almost felt creepy. Despite that, she knew what he was saying had some serious truth in it and she was making excuses for failure for failure's sake; an attempt to take the sting away.
"Just who the fuck are ya?"
With a partial shrug, the man pushed himself away from the ring. An amused light in his eyes.
"Me? I'm just an old hand that has seen a few things in his time. Name's Mike in case you were wondering."
Score one for pre extensive head trauma.
"Then again, I suppose that's the REAL fuckin' challenge ain't it? To overcome all the words of the haters an' the people that desperately want me to fuckin' fail so that they might feel better 'bout their miserable lives for a change. I don't know if this battle royal is gonna be a fight that I can overcome, with all the big names an' all, but you can damn sure bet that I'm goin' to batter the holy fuck outta the ignorant fuck that thinks for a second that I don't fuckin' belong in this damn thing. Oh don't get my words twisted an' attempt some Ash Blake psychoanalytical bullshit, I'm walkin' out to that ring to fuckin' win an' there isn't a damn thing that'll ever fuckin' change that."
"Ya can put me down verbally."
"Ya can beat me black, blue, an' possibly several shades of purple."
"Fuck, ya can even attempt to twist the narrative to suit what twisted fuckin' needs ya want."
"The truth of the matter is that there just isn't a God damn thing that'll keep me from beatin' the ass of every single one of those self-centered fucks an' dumping them over that top rope. Nobody gives a literal fuck who Alice Gemini is an' they never fuckin' will. Odin is just some ol' fuck from Action Wrestling's past ghosts that's goin' through a mid-life crisis an' somehow thinks that bein' a massive cuck in the TV strap division is somehow gonna make himself feel better. I already said that Finet is a lazy fuck with a mask fetish that's leashed to Gravedigger's fuckin' dick an' he can't even deny it. Ash Blake's entire relevance in Action Wrestling is centered 'roung whether or not she's holdin' onto some strap or if she's tryin' to run her first-year psych class bullshit into the ground. Serenity? Oh, little Miss Legacy is nothin' more than some fuckin' basic bitch that hasn't even grown outta her trainin' bra to fuckin' understand that tryin' to be a continuation of her Daddy's legacy doesn't mean shit; I ain't embarrassed to admit that I lost to daddy complex ass, but no matter how much so-called history she makes it'll always pale to the fact that she'll forever be SECOND best Women's champ to ever exist. As great as she is, Lissie is just a frightened cunt that can't face her fuckin' issues head-on an' hides behind shit like Twitter, her so-called gym that lasted for about a month, an' anythin' else that'll distract her from the fact that she's such a miserable human being that couldn't even manage to end it all. Harsh, I know, but ya gotta remember that this dumbass willin' joined a fucked up corporate cult that anyone could see was bad news since day fuckin' one. Then she tries to play the hero after leavin' once she finds out her biggest fan was beaten? Big God damn fuckin' yippity-doda. Maybe if she gave more of a shit about people other than herself they wouldn't nearly fuckin' die. Except, every failin' of Lissie's is still better than anything that Addy has ever had goin' for her. I mean, is she a dedicated mother tryin' to fix things with her daughter? Is she greivin' 'bout a guy's death that happened a fuckin' year ago? Hell, is she gettin' knocked up while she's supposed to greivin'? Fuck man, does ANYBODY know or understand what's goin' on with Action Wrestlin's so-called Baddest Bitch? Cause it's pretty fuckin' clear that she fuckin' doesn't."
"Wait, she an' hope are reformin' the swallowin'?"
"Big fuckin' whoop. Maybe they'll find that spark that made them great again."
"Man, that was the single most long-winded tirade I think I've ever given, but that shit ain't without purpose; it ain't some Alice Gemini or Addy bullshit. Nope. See, for as much as people wanna look down on me an' judge me the fact of the matter is that those very same people are the ones that can't look in a mirror to face the truth of their failin's. Despite their short terms successes an' runs of dominance at different levels it doesn't change the fact that their jaws crack just as easily as Halestorm's or their necks break the same as the Payne Bloke from the Heritage. I might be the undeniable underdog that's already been counted out, but when I hit that ring I'mma make damn sure that I'm the bitch that's left standin' alone in that ring. I fuckin' fight with more fire an' grit than any of those fuckers have ever seen an' I'll fuckin' win! I'll prove 'em all wrong 'bout me an' I'll TAKE that final slot in the Havoc Rumble!"
"Now let's fuckin' GO!"
"The time where all the big names in the Battlwlbowl through their collective weights around in an attempt to completely cover the others in shit while they try to make themselves shine; 'Xcept ya can't polish a fuckin' turd. Yeah, that's right boys an' girls we're already at the stage in the promo where I'm callin' people useless fuckin' shitheads that are only in this career alterin' battle royal simply cause their egos can't handle workin' for a World strap shot an' they're lookin' for an easy out by winnin' the final entry slot for Havoc; an' most of them have been world champions, fuckin' pricks."
"Well, I'd like to this that this is that point in this video package here; I really do; 'cept that I do feel like lyin' with the false bravado that the other seven of the participants of the shindig will undoubtedly come at y'all with. Nah, the recent weeks haven't been the greatest for your Horrorcore Hottie an' she ain't feelin' the pure bullshit vibe that the others are gonna be frontin' with cause they're too damn afraid to anythin' else then that hardass badass that'll claim to win it all an' be world champion for some half-cocked legacy that really doesn't mean shit. So I'mma be real with y'all and admit to somethin' that everyone already full well knows an' aren't afraid to throw it in my face."
"I don't belong here."
"I ain't talkin' 'bout bein' in Action Wrestlin' like some lazy fucks that'll only look at my profile on the official Action Wrestlin' roster page an' will tell me why I ain't shit outside in Revolution One when that's pretty much the entire reason WHY I'm competin' here in Action Wrestlin'; it's almost like these fucks don't have a fuckin' brain cell between 'em or somethin', fuckin' seriously. Finet's basic bitch stupidity aside, I'm talkin' 'bout bein' in the battle royal. There ain't a single person alive that thinks I deserve to be in it an' ya can't tell that the fuck knuckles that are swingin' their proverbial dicks 'round think any less. Like fuckin' seriously, it God damn embressin' knowin' that I'll have to fight a bunch of egotistical fucks of such fuckin' magnitude that they pay some poor fuck to wipe their ass instead of just doin' it themselves, but hey, what do ya expect from a bunch of infantile fuckers that actually think that throwin' in a tampon joke is actually funny or a bloody good insult? Like, fuck man, these are the types of dipshits that got me wonderin' whether or not I have what it takes to hang in the battle royal an' it makes me feel so fuckin' pathetic that it isn't even funny at this point."
"Addy beat me third match in."
"Homes took my fuckin' title."
"Blake is the hardcore champ an' one of the longest reignin' World champions."
"Romeo is a masked prick that beat me while criminally fuckin' lazy."
"Odin Balfore is fuckin' Odin Balfore."
"Gemini has been on a roll, a losin' roll, but a roll all the same."
"Then there is Lissie just out here bein' Lissie."
"Just where in the livin' fuck do I fit into this situation? Where is it that I stand even the slightest chance against people that have either beat my ass black an' blue or those that think they can despite never even tryin'? Hell, am I even fuckin' strong enough to make that walk to the ring for the damn thing?"
This was it.
One of Action Wrestling's big events had finally rolled around and she had somehow managed to find herself taking part in the battle royal in which the entire event was centered. Like, fuck, this was only her third month with the company and she was already taking part in such premiere matches that would land you such coveted spots as the final entrant in the-THE_ Havoc rumble? Jesus Christ, she was feeling the pressure and she couldn't help but wonder just how Serenity dealt with it it all; you know, since she was THE example of someone's legacy and all.
"I am so fucked."
Sitting alone on the edge of the ring, Jessie cradled her head in her hands as the thoughts of doubt crept in. It was show day and everything had already been assembled carefully before being completely set up. The stage looked fucking killer. The ring, after her tentative testing, was as close to perfect as perfect could really be in this industry. So, near as she could tell, the fans that would be filling the seats of the Tacoma Dome would be getting one hell of a show.
At least, from everyone else on the roster.
The harsh reality was that she simply wasn't feeling it. The last several weeks had been a complete and utter flop to the point that she had been starting to wonder if signing with Action Wrestling had been a good idea. Like, she could have stayed in her lane defending the Revolution One Rising Stars like a God damn demon, except she had let her ego get the best of her and now here she was; looking like just another waste of talent that constantly rotated through the company.
It really fucking sucked.
"Having a rough time, kid?"
Raising her head from her hands, Jessie met the hazel eyes of one of the guys that was in charge of setting everything up; Mike was his name if she remembered right. The man, maybe in his mid to late forties, wore a somber smile on his face as he leaned against the apron not far from her; acting more comfortable with her than he probably should be.
"More than ya could fuckin' know."
"Yeah? How so?"
"Well, first of all, I got this big fuckin' match where I don't have a chance in hell of elminatin' anyone let alone winnin' cause, ya know, EVERYONE has basically been a fuckin' world champion in the damn thing."
"Yeah? So what? It isn't like they're the big bad world champion now. So why worry?"
"Cause I don't belong in the ring with people like that."
"Who says? Some punk online that doesn't get what it takes to be in that ring or is it one you're against? Cause if that's the case then you need to remember that you've got more determination and grit in ya than they can handle."
Narrowing her eyes in suspicion, Jessie just looked at the strange member of the ring crew that was giving her a random pep talk with some next-level insight that it almost felt creepy. Despite that, she knew what he was saying had some serious truth in it and she was making excuses for failure for failure's sake; an attempt to take the sting away.
"Just who the fuck are ya?"
With a partial shrug, the man pushed himself away from the ring. An amused light in his eyes.
"Me? I'm just an old hand that has seen a few things in his time. Name's Mike in case you were wondering."
Score one for pre extensive head trauma.
"Then again, I suppose that's the REAL fuckin' challenge ain't it? To overcome all the words of the haters an' the people that desperately want me to fuckin' fail so that they might feel better 'bout their miserable lives for a change. I don't know if this battle royal is gonna be a fight that I can overcome, with all the big names an' all, but you can damn sure bet that I'm goin' to batter the holy fuck outta the ignorant fuck that thinks for a second that I don't fuckin' belong in this damn thing. Oh don't get my words twisted an' attempt some Ash Blake psychoanalytical bullshit, I'm walkin' out to that ring to fuckin' win an' there isn't a damn thing that'll ever fuckin' change that."
"Ya can put me down verbally."
"Ya can beat me black, blue, an' possibly several shades of purple."
"Fuck, ya can even attempt to twist the narrative to suit what twisted fuckin' needs ya want."
"The truth of the matter is that there just isn't a God damn thing that'll keep me from beatin' the ass of every single one of those self-centered fucks an' dumping them over that top rope. Nobody gives a literal fuck who Alice Gemini is an' they never fuckin' will. Odin is just some ol' fuck from Action Wrestling's past ghosts that's goin' through a mid-life crisis an' somehow thinks that bein' a massive cuck in the TV strap division is somehow gonna make himself feel better. I already said that Finet is a lazy fuck with a mask fetish that's leashed to Gravedigger's fuckin' dick an' he can't even deny it. Ash Blake's entire relevance in Action Wrestling is centered 'roung whether or not she's holdin' onto some strap or if she's tryin' to run her first-year psych class bullshit into the ground. Serenity? Oh, little Miss Legacy is nothin' more than some fuckin' basic bitch that hasn't even grown outta her trainin' bra to fuckin' understand that tryin' to be a continuation of her Daddy's legacy doesn't mean shit; I ain't embarrassed to admit that I lost to daddy complex ass, but no matter how much so-called history she makes it'll always pale to the fact that she'll forever be SECOND best Women's champ to ever exist. As great as she is, Lissie is just a frightened cunt that can't face her fuckin' issues head-on an' hides behind shit like Twitter, her so-called gym that lasted for about a month, an' anythin' else that'll distract her from the fact that she's such a miserable human being that couldn't even manage to end it all. Harsh, I know, but ya gotta remember that this dumbass willin' joined a fucked up corporate cult that anyone could see was bad news since day fuckin' one. Then she tries to play the hero after leavin' once she finds out her biggest fan was beaten? Big God damn fuckin' yippity-doda. Maybe if she gave more of a shit about people other than herself they wouldn't nearly fuckin' die. Except, every failin' of Lissie's is still better than anything that Addy has ever had goin' for her. I mean, is she a dedicated mother tryin' to fix things with her daughter? Is she greivin' 'bout a guy's death that happened a fuckin' year ago? Hell, is she gettin' knocked up while she's supposed to greivin'? Fuck man, does ANYBODY know or understand what's goin' on with Action Wrestlin's so-called Baddest Bitch? Cause it's pretty fuckin' clear that she fuckin' doesn't."
"Wait, she an' hope are reformin' the swallowin'?"
"Big fuckin' whoop. Maybe they'll find that spark that made them great again."
"Man, that was the single most long-winded tirade I think I've ever given, but that shit ain't without purpose; it ain't some Alice Gemini or Addy bullshit. Nope. See, for as much as people wanna look down on me an' judge me the fact of the matter is that those very same people are the ones that can't look in a mirror to face the truth of their failin's. Despite their short terms successes an' runs of dominance at different levels it doesn't change the fact that their jaws crack just as easily as Halestorm's or their necks break the same as the Payne Bloke from the Heritage. I might be the undeniable underdog that's already been counted out, but when I hit that ring I'mma make damn sure that I'm the bitch that's left standin' alone in that ring. I fuckin' fight with more fire an' grit than any of those fuckers have ever seen an' I'll fuckin' win! I'll prove 'em all wrong 'bout me an' I'll TAKE that final slot in the Havoc Rumble!"
"Now let's fuckin' GO!"